Sunday, August 22, 2010

Airports are boring...

Sitting here in the SeaTac airport waiting for my 10pm flight to Atlanta. I know it's going to be hot when I finally get to Costa Rica tomorrow, but right now, wearing shorts for traveling is seeming like a horrible idea. There is a definite breeze coming through gate A2 right now and it's freezing cold. I suppose I could make my way over to S7, where my flight will actually leave out of in a few hours, but that's a train ride away and my backpack is way too heavy for that right now. Plus I'm sitting on a rather comfortable couch, and as far as airport seating goes, it's quite nice. Except for the breeze, that is. At this time tomorrow I'll be overlooking the beach from my hotel room and listening to the waves lap against the sand. I can't wait! I hate flying. And it's still weird to think that I'm basically moving to Costa Rica for 4 months by myself. I have SO much stuff. 2 checked bags that are just shy of being 50lbs and a backpack that weighs a bloomin ton. And of course I hardly slept last night, what with being out late, being super excited, and getting a phone call at 6:45 this morning from dearest Shawners, so everything feels heavier than it really is.
 I'm so stoked to meet my classmates. I'm flying down on the same plane with a girl named Rachel and we're both going to be in the van driving to Samara with another female classmate, so the three of us will be able to get to know each other a little bit before classes start, which is awesome. Hopefully they'll want to explore the town and will be willing to walk around with me for a while. Jeez - talk about moving outside of your comfort zone - I'm about to be thrust into a place I've never been with people I've never met and attending classes on subjects that I've never studied. It will be interesting. Scary, fun, adrenaline-filled, and awesome. Most likely, at least.
 Oh, and once I get to Samara, my hotel will have internet, so I'll be able to tell you guys all about the flight down and what my first impressions are of the town I'll be living in for the next 4 months.

Next stop, Latin America!

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